Chapter 41.1

The door at the other end opened, and Lydia jogged in, wearing a pair of leather pants and a fitted blazer that made her look like she was both business-like and ready to kick ass. Her blue hair was arranged in a messy bun, with strands that looked purple in the basement’s peculiar light.

“Cathwulf, do you want to come with me?” she asked with a smile.

I gave both gods what I hoped was a deferent nod of thanks for the rescue before bounding across the room toward Fenrir’s mate.

Lydia held the door open for me, and I rushed out into a concrete hallway that led to a stairwell of a similar material. Nostalgia overwhelmed my senses, and memories flooded my mind of Dad and me opening the door to the upper basement and staring down at the floodwater.

He used to tell me that this was a problem I would have to fix when I became the alpha. Whenever I asked if we could solve it now, he would pat my head and laugh.

I shook off the memories and continued up the stairs to the ground floor, and thr